The Real Slim Shady (Freestyle) Lyrics – Joyner Lucas

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[Verse]
I’m tired of not getting the love that I deserve (Word), somebody’s out of line
If I don’t get my respect, then somebody got to die
I’ve been running over rappers, all the ones that I despise
But I ain’t been behind the wheel since Em taught me how to drive (Skrrt)
I got a couple bodies in the back of my garage, yeah
A bunch of dead rabbits that I shot when I was high
Turn cannibal and eat the socket out their eyes
‘Til I’m s*itting out maggots, it’s an awful lot of flies
Y’all act like you never seen a Black n!gga before
They kick in your door and clap you like I’m getting applaused
You b!tches are wh*res, she love it when I’m d!cking it raw
I hit the record and play you all the s*it to restore
I’m really a demon, an evil that just live in your walls, yeah
Pop in your dreams, I’m screaming ’til I’m pissing you off
Took a Slim Shady beat to beat this s*it to the floor
‘Cause ain’t no newer s*it that’s hot enough to flip anymore
Really want to diss some n!ggas, there’s a lot that I would mention, yeah
But then he’ll call me corny and say Joyner want attention, yeah
Joyner keep reaching, he just want to build tension
Build hype around his album ’cause his music ain’t connecting (Wow)
I hear the chitter chatter, but sometimes I’m really tempted
Shoot a couple missiles hoping they would get offended (Brrr)
Then hop inside the ring like Tank Davis with a vengeance
Throw a couple uppercuts and leave your face to the forensics
Really from the trenches, I don’t got any feelings
I seen n!ggas get stabbed for not minding they business, yeah
Keep my money on my mind and my mind on my business
I fold you a half ’til your forehead’s behind your appendix
Left the gear inside the crib at took Glock in the city (Brr)
Drive by with the devil screaming, “God is my witness” (Buck-buck-buck)
Roll the window down, blow your brains out of your fitted
And make it so you only get identified by the dentist (Oh)
I’m getting money, but you know I’m staying sucker free, yeah
B!tches you in love with really be in love with me (Joyner)
N!ggas acting like they fam, only fu*k with me
Because I’m rich and all of them would die if it was up to me (Facts)

I park it where I want, a ticket just another fee
If you dead on a shirt, to me it’s just another tee (For real)
Been a bad influence since I was fu*king three
Half the rappers that you think are fire in my cup of tea (B!tch)
I wasn’t in touch with my feelings
The sky is the limit
I wasn’t in touch with the ceiling (Woo)
Seen it all fade away, so nothing much is appealing
Like the skin on a new tat, soon as you rub it, it’s peeling (Yeah, Joyner)
Tryna hide your hand, when I shuffle, I’m dealing
I want it all, if I can’t have it, fu*k it, I’m stealing (For real)
I said I won’t do drügs to cover the healing
‘Cause soon as I do it, I probably be in love with the feeling (Ah, buck)
I build a dream and I bring my team around it
Too busy living on my dreams to have a dream about it (Woo)
Too busy high off life to bring a fiend around it (Ayy)
I mean what I say and don’t say what I mean without it (Buck, yeah)
Sick of all the non-believers who can see me doubting
The one’s talking religion and can’t believe without it (Joyner)
Action speak louder than words, I need to shout it, woah
I came for respect and I won’t never leave without it
A pessimistic, they jumping the expedition, running an exhibition
Catch a flip and making ’em
Beg for this, I’m making a demolition
(??) and n!ggas upset and wishing I could be left in prison
Extradition doing a deposition, I gotta check the vision check the mission, scalping ’em by the head and b!tch, I’m an esthetician
Check the kitchen, taking up all your knives and stabbling your neck and wrist
And making a list and taking ’em to a mortition, fu*k the superstition
I am different, I am what you’ve been missing
I ain’t a human
B!tch, a new religion, I got a new revision
Bobby, Ricky, Mike, a new addition
It’s a crucifixion, only way you could pitch ’em